Tuesday, March 3, 2009


I love looking at old photographs, especially ones with my parents and I. Unlike life, which is dynamic, these photographs are unchanging; the moments caught will stay the same forever, barring the defamation of the actual photographs. To see how happy my parents look in some of these pictures really touches me and I wish they could smile genuinely like that all the time. I want to say I do what I can to ensure they can do that, but that would be a lie. If only life were a series of photographs...that way, when I reach the end, I can take out all of the sad ones and only leave the joyful photographs.

Good night.

1 comment:

  1. Why do you think I like taking pictures so much?
    I agree.